Loading summary
Transcript7 lines
- [00:00]
A
Being confident of this very thing, that he who began a good work in you will complete it until the day of Jesus Christ. Philippians 1:6 Dear Lord, we know that there is no circumstance that could ever thwart the mighty work you've been doing in our lives. You are determined to redeem us and restore the broken parts of our lives. We recognize that the process of sanctification and growth takes time. Give us patience when we are discouraged. Give us endurance when the storms of life seek to throw us off course. The story of Christmas, the arrival of your son, reminds us that your plans take time to come to fruition, but they are worth the wait. So here we are, Lord, waiting on you and declaring. Trust in your timing. We love you and praise you in all seasons in Jesus name. Amen. Thank you for praying with me today. Stay tuned now for another episode of Stories of the Messiah.
- [01:24]
B
Joseph tossed and turned in his sleep. The vivid dream God gave him before he married Mary flooded back into his mind the dream he had when the angel spoke to him about Jesus. The lightning flashed again with piercing light, and Joseph immediately found himself elsewhere. He was at the base of a cave carved into the side of a mountain. All was quiet and the only light source was from within the cave. Joseph followed the faint glimmer, keeping his balance on the cave's jagged walls. As he inched closer, the air became warmer, like a room filled with the comfort of a fireplace. The entire cave became filled with the scent of frankincense and myrrh. As Joseph navigated the cave, he could hear the sound of a child's cry, then a hushing lullaby. The voice singing was gentle and soft like the evening spring breeze. Joseph knew that voice. Mary, is that you? He gasped. Joseph picked up his pace and rounded the corner towards the light. But before he could see anything, the cave flooded with water and Joseph found himself swimming for his life amidst a violent storm in the middle of the sea. Joseph awoke in a cold sweat. He held his chest and looked over at Mary, sound asleep. He looked at the horizon. Foreboding storm clouds were galloping in from the east. Joseph rose and began to prepare the donkey for a quick escape. He wasn't sure why God had returned the vision to him, but he knew better than to ignore his dreams.
- [02:57]
C
Hello everyone, and welcome to another Christmas episode of the Jesus Podcast. I'm Ethan from Pray.com here to guide you through the highs and lows of Mary and Joseph's journey to Bethlehem. In our previous episodes, Mary and Joseph endured robbery, marital tension, and injuries. Ultimately, they grew Stronger because of it. This episode will take us through the final few days of Mary and Joseph's journey to Bethlehem. And although they've endured many trials already, the worst is yet to come. A storm is brewing in the distance. Will Mary be able to endure the weather this late in her pregnancy? Joseph has faced robbers to protect Mary, but can he face a monsoon? Let's immerse ourselves in this story and put ourselves in their shoes. Let's consider the storms in our lives that seek to knock us off course. How do we respond to difficulty and despair? We'll answer those questions and more afterward. Dive into this dramatic story of Mary and Joseph's final day on the road to Bethlehem.
- [04:11]
B
Mary awoke to the sound of thunder. The winds picked up, bringing a foreboding message. A storm was coming. Joseph was already awake and securing the straps on the donkey.
- [04:23]
C
Do you think the storm will travel south?
- [04:25]
B
Mary asked, gesturing to the lightning in the distance. Joseph looked out and shook his head. He felt his chest tighten. The winds are blowing westward. I'm no sailor, but I think I can confidently say this storm is headed our way. Joseph pointed forward to the hills overlooking the valley. There should be some wind caves tucked into those hills. We shall find shelter before it's too late. Joseph's voice was broken and anxious. Mary stood up and held her back. Life. Lately her body had been feeling tense and uneasy. She had a feeling Jesus would soon be on his way. She squeezed Joseph's hand. Storms may come, she said, her voice gentle but with underlying steel. But they will also pass. We will weather this together. Joseph nodded and looked up. The sunrise was covered by darkness. The winds churned them up like sand under waves. Thunder rumbled, echoing the restless heartbeats of every creature on the land. Birds retreated to their nests, and animals scurried back to their burrows. Yet Joseph and Mary were exposed. The rains descended with violent force, and the winds howled with anger. Joseph drove his feet into the mud and guided Mary and the donkey through the winding hills leading up to some caves. The path up to the caves was steep. Joseph marched up with all his might, but the ground beneath him gave way with every step. Before they could reach the top, Joseph slipped onto a moving stone. Joseph. Mary gasped as she watched him slide down the jagged edge of the hill. Mary quickly dismounted the donkey and reached for him, but Joseph slipped right through her fingers. He slid down the rocky slope but caught himself on a root buried in the ground. Ah. Joseph gasped in pain. The rain beat mercilessly as he tried to pull himself up, but the mud and falling Rocks weighed heavy on his body. Mary. He shouted, but the thunder and rain drowned out his voice. Joseph feared he couldn't hold on much longer. Hold on. Mary shouted. She had to act before Joseph fell over the edge. She tore her shawl and blankets and fastened them to a rope. She tied one end to the donkey and another to a heavy branch. Joseph. She cried, her voice barely discernible through the storm. Grab onto this. She tossed the branch down to Joseph and he grabbed hold. Mary took the reins of the donkey and led it up the hill. The donkey slowly pulled through the rain and mud. Joseph was pulled back over the ledge as Mary marched with the donkey. Mary ran to him and grabbed his face. Are you okay? She panted. I think so, Joseph said with a weary smile. The rain hadn't let up and the ground underneath them was flooding. Joseph pointed towards an opening in the mountain. Get to the caves. He yelled. Mary helped Joseph to his feet and put his arm around her shoulders. The two of them took the donkey and limped to a nearby cave. It wasn't warm or comfortable, but it was safe from the onslaught of wind and rain. As the rain intensified, the cave became a sanctuary, its walls muting the storm's roar. Inside, the dim light painted shadows that danced to the storm song. Mary wrapped herself in the tattered remains of the blankets and settled down. Exhaustion was evident in her every movement. Joseph wrapped his arms around her, worried the worst wasn't over. An hour passed, and each moment seemed to last a lifetime. Amidst the storm's cacophony, Mary's voice began to sing a song. Soft lullaby. She sang of hope, journeys and love that endures. The cave amplified its healing notes. Joseph listened to her singing, lost in thought and affection for his wife. Then his memory flooded with images of the dream God had given him. He remembered hearing Mary's voice singing softly in a cave before he was swept up in water. Joseph's eyes widened and and his ears perked up to the sound of rushing water behind them. Mary. He interrupted. We need to leave now. What's wrong? Mary asked. But before Joseph could respond, a flash flood of monsoon water began to burst through the opposite end of the cave. Joseph scooped Merry up in his arms and ran outside. The floodwaters burst through the cave behind them, nearly knocking them onto the jagged rocks. Joseph rounded the corner of the rocks and split, sprang up with Mary still in his arms. He got her to safety on the hill's summit and slid down to retrieve the donkey. He pulled at its reins, forcing it forward and onto the stones with Them. Joseph wrapped himself over Mary, the only covering between her and the raging winds. Help us, Lord. Mary whimpered. The two prayed silently and held each other close. The sound of rushing water below them and howling winds above. The two prayed silently and held each other close. The sound of rushing water below them and howling winds above the storm roared louder, as if sensing the challenge. But Mary and Joseph didn't lose hope. They continued in prayer and lifted up a shout of praise to God. Slowly but surely, the worst of the storm left. As dawn approached, the wind waned. The first rays of sunlight pierced the dark clouds outside the cave. The wilderness was transformed. Puddles shimmered like mirrors, reflecting the sky. And the fresh and invigorating air seemed to promise new beginnings. Joseph and Mary looked up, taking in the world reborn. The trials of their journey, though harsh, had also been transformative. Like the desert after the storm, they too were renewed. Their bond was stronger than ever. The storm had been a reminder of life's unpredictability and the enduring power of faith, love and hope. Now, high in the sky, the sun cast its golden glow over the land, guiding Mary and Joseph on their journey. Bethlehem was in sight. Their footsteps, though small in the vastness of the valley, were steps towards a future that would change the course of human history.
- [10:41]
C
The storms of life often come with little warning, leaving us to scramble for shelter, security and sanity. As the winds whip and the rains pour, we may feel battered, broken and defeated, but the storms we face in life are meant to strengthen us. Just as in the moving depiction of Mary and Joseph facing a literal storm on their way to Bethlehem, we're reminded that it is not the trials themselves, but how we respond to them that shapes our faith. In this biblical fiction, Joseph's wisdom and Mary's steadfast faith are anchors during their ordeal. In this biblical fiction, Joseph's wisdom and Mary's steadfast faith are anchors during their ordeal. The unexpected trials they endure magnified their trust in God and their love for one another. As we face our storms, let us also recognize the hand of God working in our lives, guiding us, strengthening us, and even using these challenges to transform us. In the story, Mary and Joseph's faith is tested. Yet instead of succumbing to fear, they embrace the storm. The storms of life are inevitable. There is no avoiding hard times. The choice we have is how we endure them. Mary's words, storms may come, but they also pass will weather this together. They speak of hope, resilience and confidence in God's faithfulness. Paul echoes this in Philippians Chapter one, verse six saying, being confident of this that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. This promise encourages us to recognize that even the strongest storms will not thwart the work God wants to do in our lives. Throughout the harrowing experience, Joseph and Mary's bond is their greatest strength. They support and encourage each other, reflecting the importance of community in our own lives. In our walk with Christ, we need to surround ourselves with those who will lift us up, pray for us, and remind us of God's promises. Think for a moment about your fondest Christmas memories. I would guess that those memories rarely involve specific gifts you received, but rather the people you were surrounded by and the bond you shared. The Christmas season often reminds us that loving community is greater than the gifts we can receive. While the world relies on comfort and material possessions, we rely on the loving embrace of God and the community he surrounds us with. This episode also highlights prayer and praise as a weapon against despair. Mary and Joseph's response to the crisis is marked by prayer and praise. They call upon the Lord and even shout praises amidst the raging storm. This illustrates a profound truth. Prayer and praise are powerful weapons in our spiritual arsenal. They shift our focus from the problem to the provider, from the storm to the Savior. After the storm, the wilderness is transformed and so are Mary and Joseph. They emerge renewed, their bond stronger, their faith determines, deepened. Similarly, the storms in our lives can lead to transformation as we trust God. Through the trials, we are shaped into the likeness of Christ, our faith matures and our character is refined. The storms we face are not meant to break us, but to build us. The story of Mary and Joseph on their journey to Bethlehem in beautiful reminder that God's faithfulness is unchanging, his love is unending and his purpose for our lives is unshakeable. As we face the storms of life, may we take hold of the assurance found in Philippians chapter one, verse six, knowing that God, who began a good work in us, will be faithful to complete it. May we embrace the challenges with faith, navigate them with the support of the community, respond with prayer and praise, and emerge renewed and transformed, ready to walk the path that God has set before us. This is an I Heart podcast guaranteed human.